Ben slept perfectly that night, nothing disturbng him. The princess in his arms. But one thing troubled him, the dreams. He was having flashbacks that he had never experinced, there were whispers about things he had never heard of. Then one said something,right to his face. "Caspian, don't lose the princess."

Ben woke up immedately, startled and cold.

Callie was gone.

"Mist..." He nudged the horse, it looked at him with one eye open. "The princess is gone." Mist's eyes opened wide and she stood up, her eyes darting around the clearing. "Have you checked the river?" Ben nodded, "Yes." "Oh dear, dear, dear. This is bad. I was hoping we could get to the stone table before this happened." the horse looked down solemly, "I should't have closed my ears. I promised i would look after her.. I promised Aslan." He looked at the horse confused, "Who are they? Where have they took her?" Mist sighed, in a horse-y way, "They're the Magrinites, Came from another world. They immeditely saw Narnia as their kingdom, and tried to take over. They failed, miserably. When Callie was born her mother and father kept her a secret, No Magrinite was to know of Callie's exsistance. Narnian's were close monitored. They killed traitors and such but somehow the birth of Callie got to the Magrinite Leader. He swore his son would take her hand in marrage, even if he had to force her and kill the spare. Callie must never know the whole truth of this. Never." "Why not?" "I hope you could live with the whole truth and not tell her. All Callie has been told is that she is in grave danger and her people are at risk. Callie doesn't know the meaning of the word love. And, now i suppose, neither do you."

I could tell you where Callie was and what she woke up to, but it was very gruesome and not very pleasant. Hardly fit for you to read, nevermind the princess to be in.

Aslan spoke of deep regret. "I am afraid i have lead the Princess on a dangerous road. She must use her skills to get out of it. I just hope she has learnt something from Benjamin." Fauns whispered quietly to one and other, Noble mice, ancestors of the once great Reepicheep, looked at eachother, having forgotten that everyone makes mistakes. "But it is not the Princess we must help, It is Benjamin. For he is in great danger." Aslan's words cut across the tip of everyone's heart, they knew the prophcey, they must help. For Narnia.